Fleece

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REASON - Rap

Fleece

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, look I say I pull up with the, pull up with the, pull up-shit [Chorus] Ayy, straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothing but finesse in my vibes [Verse 1] Niggas steady talking like they made me so rich I put fleece on my clothes, I got grease on my wrists Fresh white ones, ain't no crease on them shits Ain't no wrink in my clothes, I got geese on my dick Treat a duck like a duck, show no love to that bitch If it's up, then it's up, leave you stuck in that bitch Headed to the money in a rush to the shit Nigga make a buck like- a nigga make a buck- like a Big stick chillin', she like 5'2" Wanna fuck with a nigga, send the eyes through Treat my side like my main, tell her lies too Got a problem, ain't no problem, send the guys through Nigga rush a check like Kalashnikov Bitch ain't suckin', that shit piss me off Entitled ass pussy, throw a nigga off Nigga make a buck like- a nigga make a buck- like a [Chorus] Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothing but finesse in my vibes Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothing but finesse in my vibes [Verse 2] Niggas steady talkin' like they made REAS' REAS' Grew up in it, homie 6, leave a nigga 6 deep I was in a bucket, still thuggin' nigga slick Push it in the lane like a nigga 6'3" Big stick chillin', graveyard diggin' Wrist greased up, lighted like a prison Feeder skeezed DNA, catch it like a villain I can't say I made it till a nigga make a milli 7 figure nigga make the digit last Hit a donut in the bucket, smell the rubber drag Fuck a opp, make 'em suffer like a succotash Hit it good, dose off, then we run it back Ghetto nigga lost, throw it in the sharks Wait, don't stop suckin', that shit piss me off Look a leechin' ass brodie, throw a nigga off Nigga make a buck like- a nigga make a buck- like a [Chorus] Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothing but finesse in my vibes Straight out the window, escape from my side Tell her anything, believe all my lies Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides Nothing but finesse in my vibes

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  • REASON
  • Mike Hector